Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Palau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.